On the way to the train station,
I saw a deranged man singing off key,
unmindful of the throngs of people around him.
He continued singing his own composition
as if he’s auditioning for a singing contest.
I was drawn to his energetic rendition
of repetitive lyrics about his life on the street.
For a while, I contemplated on whether to call his attention
or just observe him from a distance.
Then suddenly, the train arrived and I entered.
As soon as the door closed, his image slowly faded away.
But his incomprehensible tune lingered on my mind.
— dapithapon / 11.20.2014